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noisy neighbour part one | harry lewis

summary: in which y/n owns a coffee shop and harry is her noisy neighbour

word count : 4.3k

a/n: this is part one of my noisy neighbour series!!! this is the first full length fic (non insta au) that i've written on here so hopefully it's not half bad and you all enjoy it. any feedback much appreciated xx

requests: open for insta au's and short storys xxx

rest of my work hereeee : masterlist

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Y/N was having the worst week imaginable.

For just over a year, she had poured her heart and soul into her coffee shop, 'Sweetheart's Sip' (a cheesy name, she knows), that was located in the heart of Shoreditch, a few roads away from Boxpark. It had always been a dream of hers to open her own little cafe, and a few years after leaving university, she did just that. It was one of her biggest goals to spread the joy of enjoying a tasty slice of lemon cake or hearty brewed cup of breakfast tea to everyone in the area, and after searching for what felt like years, Y/N found a vacancy for a small shop in London that luckily had a flat free above it. With a few trips to Ikea and endless nights of painting and decorating, Y/N was finally able to call 'Sweetheart's Sip' her home.

Living above her shop was so convenient for her, as she opened at 7:30 most days, and when she was left closing late after a busy day of making flat whites, it was nice for her to just trod upstairs and into her peaceful solitude, not having to worry about catching a tube or bus halfway across the city.

The shop just next to her cafe had a flat above it that had been vacant for ages, long before Y/N had even opened her little place. However, recent weeks saw the arrival of many construction crews and noise, some with cameras, which she found quite odd but intriguing, signalling a new tenant for the adjacent flat was on their way.

And this is why Y/N was having a bad week.

Don't get her wrong; she was excited to meet her new neighbour. She had even made bets in her head that it would be some trendy hipster (it was Shoreditch after all) or hopefully a quiet office-goer who wouldn't make too much noise. But Y/N had lost her own bet; she was completely off with her guesses.

Instead, as the days passed and her neighbour moved in, all she could hear was loud house music and a male voice shouting for a good 6 hours out of the day—this was no trendy hipster or quiet office-goer.

The noise was so bad that the whole cute atmosphere of 'Sweetheart's Sip' felt completely disrupted, the loud music drowning out the conversations of her customers sipping away at their coffees.

So, a week passed before Y/N let the noise get the best of her. She'd taken numerous trips to Boots for paracetamol to try and numb her headache, but it wasn't enough; she needed to confront the noisy neighbour head-on. But Y/N hated confrontation; the thought of having to single out someone and tell them that they needed to essentially 'Shut up' was making her headaches even worse, especially when this person was someone she'd never met and now a person that could be living next to her for years to come.

She knew she had to do it, though. As much as it pained her to do so, the noise was so bad. Disrupting her in her own flat was one thing, but the fact that customers were reluctant to enter in fear that they'd hear thumping music that was enough to shake the teapots hung up on the wall was Y/N's breaking point.

She flipped the sign on the front door of the cafe from 'open' to 'close' as no one was in the cafe, a rarity for Y/N but no surprise with the past week's events. Taking three deep breaths, she rehearsed a little speech in her head, unsure of who would be waiting on the other side of the door. ''You can do this, Y/N,'' she thought in her head. Rehearsing a little speech was something Y/N always did whenever she had to talk to new people. Or if she knew she was going to a new restaurant, she'd have to rehearse her food order in her head about a hundred times before telling the waiter. It made her feel less anxious, and anxious was exactly how she felt right now.

Ringing the buzzer of the blue door, she heard a man's voice shout, ''One-second boys, think my Deliveroo driver's here.''

The sudden thought of turning back and going back next door was so tempting at that moment, but she knew if she turned around, there'd be no resolution to the issues, and one terrible week would soon turn into a terrible month.

A waft of aftershave hit her in the face as the door opened, and she was met face-to-face with the noisy culprit she'd been so apprehensive to introduce herself to. A rugged man, blonde-haired with scruffy facial hair and blue eyes, similar in age to her, stood in front of her. Expecting a food delivery driver, his eyes narrowed at the sight of her. She stood awkwardly outside his front door with her green apron on that she'd forgotten to take off before closing up.

She could still hear the heavy bass of house music pounding from upstairs, this time much louder.

Clearing his throat, the man spoke. ''Can I help you?'' His voice was deep and quite posh, but still nice, she thought.

''S-sorry. I mean yes,'' she paused, jumbling up her words, the rehearsed speech gone out the window. ''-I'm from next door, the cafe?''

''Oh right.'' he laughed, leaning against the door frame. ''Yeah, Sweetheart's shit or something like that?'' What a rubbish attempt at a joke, or maybe just plain rudeness, she thought.

''Sweetheart's sip, not shit,'' she stated, to which he smiled back.

''Oh right, well... What can I do for you?'' he asked, looking down at his phone to see if his Deliveroo app had updated an estimated time of arrival for his chicken burger, not half interested in what she had to say.

''Well, as I said, I'm from next door, and I've had a few complaints from customers about loud music and shouting coming from your flat, and I was just wondering if there was any chance you'd keep it down a bit?'' she asked. '’I hate asking, but it's sort of taking a toll on my shop.''

''What? The sweetheart's got nowhere to shit anymore?'' he tried, but was met with a stern look from the small girl standing on his doorstep. ''Right, not funny. Sorry, I'll try to keep the noise down.''

''Thank you.'' she smiled.

''Anything else?'' he said, eyebrows raised.

''No, that's all; I've got to get back,'' Y/N replied, pointing towards her cafe.

Turning on her heels, a sigh of relief left her lips as she retreated back to the shop. That wasn't too hard, she realised. The problem of loud music and shouting was finally resolved. She could get back to her sweet little cafe, and her regulars would finally have their quiet place back to chinwag again.

But as she was nearing the door, she heard the man clear his throat, shouting over the noise of traffic that passed them both. '''Before you go, any chance you know the person that lives above your cafe? You know the one that's next door to me upstairs?''

She turned back to face him, seeing his head sticking out the door, slippers clad on his feet so he would not step barefoot on the dirty London pavements.

''I do, yeah,'' she replied. She didn't necessarily want to let the man know that it was, in fact, her that lived next door to him. She couldn't be bothered to make small talk, as she needed to get back to work. And if her initial introduction was anything to go off of, she didn't think this man would be someone who'd want to make small talk with her anyway.

''Any chance if you see them, you'd tell them to keep their own music down? Kept me up the whole of Saturday and Sunday night listening to ABBA.'' he said, pinching in between his eyes as if to emphasise that he had a headache all weekend from it.

''Really?'' she said.

''Yes. Honestly, if you think my music is bad, you should have heard the screechy singing I had to put up with all weekend. Like nails on a chalkboard,'' he laughed.

Y/N was embarrassed. Not only had it taken all her courage, paired with a few rehearsal speeches, to come and confront her noisy neighbour, she had now been told that her music and singing were in fact much worse and the reason for his headaches. She wanted to hide away in her flat; she was mortified.

Turning back towards her door in attempts to get as far away as possible from the reason for her embarrassment, she muffled a quick ''I'll let them know.'' before retreating quickly into the front door of her cafe.

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A few days had passed since her awkward encounter, and luckily for Y/N, she hadn't seen the sight of her noisy neighbour since then.

She descended the stairs from her flat and unlocked the front door of her cafe, bracing herself for what she knew would be a busy day. Fridays were always Y/N's busiest, whether that was people popping in during their work break, tourists stopping by to try something 'authentically British' or just her regulars back to try the 'cake of the month', Fridays just always seemed to draw in more people than any other day.

The brief encounter she had with her neighbour had lingered in her mind the whole week. While the music and shouting had quietened down, every so often, Y/N would hear the start of a house tune or a loud shout that only made her wince and think that maybe her embarrassing confrontation was all for nothing.

Today, however, silence greeted Y/N as she walked into the cafe, ready to start the coffee machine and display her various sweet treats on the counter. She had never felt more grateful.

Throughout the day, customers came and went, their conversations having a soothing melody compared to the previous week's discord. Y/N felt like she could finally relax and enjoy the solace of their company, grateful for the return of the peaceful cafe that she had worked so hard to create.

As evening came around, Y/N was getting ready to close up her shop and retreat upstairs to her apartment, eager to unwind. She loved her Friday routine—she'd go upstairs, stick on a pair of cosy Primark pyjamas, light a scented candle, indulge in a simple dinner (usually the Gigi Hadid Vodka Pasta off Tiktok), and curl up on her sofa, flicking through the television and ultimately landing on an episode of Real Housewives.

Her back was turned as she began to clean the coffee machine. Looking at the clock, she could see it was 5 minutes to 5 p.m., and at this point, she doubted anyone would come in at this time, so she kept herself busy, cleaning away so she could rush upstairs.

4 minutes to close, and she heard the door chime. Her tranquilly was short-lived. Before turning around, she heard a man's voice: ''You're not closed yet, are you?''—that unmistakable man's voice that had been ringing in her ears and around her mind since the whole door confrontation moment. Y/N's heart dropped. Had he finally realised she was the'screechy 'neighbour playing ABBA at last?

''Oh hi.'' she smiled, throwing the cloth she was using to clean the coffee machine under the counter. ''What can I do for you?''

''Hello'' he paused. ''I'm in the mood for a sweet treat after a long day. You got anything like that?''

''Hmm,'' she hummed, her eyes scanning the very little treats she had left after her own busy day. ''I've got two slices of lemon cake or some chocolate cupcakes if you fancy?'' God, she hated this. Trying to act polite and unbothered, when in reality all she could think about was the fact that he'd probably heard her every move for the past two weeks.

''Oooh.'' He looked carefully at the baked goods, noting that there were many options. ''You know what? I'll have one of each. It's been a long day today.''

Y/N knew what he was doing. Nearly every customer did it. They'd drop subtly into conversation about how their day was going badly or what sort of plans they had later, in hopes that Y/N would entertain them for a brief second. She didn't mind usually; it was nice to hear about a stranger's life for a brief second, something to take her mind off the fact she was actually working.

But right now, she hated the fact that she probably had to entertain his huffs about having a long day. She'd look rude if she didn't—being a business owner and all—even if he had already heard her belt out the lyrics to 'Dancing Queen' not so long ago.

''Coming right up,'' she said, grabbing two boxes with branded stickers that said 'Sweetheart's Sip' on them—she'd gotten them off Etsy. ''Long day, you said? How so?''

He had taken off his backpack, leaning onto the counter. Oh, he was getting comfortable, she thought. Great.

''Just a long day of shoots. Feel like I've been around the whole of London ten times over.'' he sighed.

''Shoots?'' She looked up at him as she cut a slice of lemon cake.

''Yeah, like video shoots.'' He paused, his cheeks flushing a bit red. ''Like Youtube. I do Youtube.''

Y/N had never met a YouTuber. Sure, she'd seen a few videos over the years, her comfort watch being a classic Zoella vlog, but that was the extent of it. She much rather indulge in reality TV—'a true brain rotter', her mum would always say.

''Oh wow. That's very cool,'' she said genuinely, placing two boxes in front of the man.

He smiled and said, "That's nice of you to say. I usually get the classic 'Does that even pay well?' sort of response. ''

''Well, does it?'' she let out a small laugh, ''Only joking.''

Y/N felt proud of herself at that moment. The small talk wasn't as awful as she thought it'd be. The idea of her singing and him having an agonising headache all weekend had gone out of her head.

''Pays well enough for me to treat myself to a slice of lemon cake and a chocolate cupcake, if that's what you're asking.'' he laughed back. ''How much do I owe you?''

Usually, Y/N would have lapped up any chance to make some more cash, but considering she was serving the same neighbour she had been supposedly keeping up with all weekend with her own renditions of 'The Winner Takes It All', she thought she'd be nice.

''It's on the house.''

''You sure?'' he said, holding the two boxes in one hand and his backpack in the other.

''Of course.'' she smiled. ''Long day and all.''

''Well, thank you, then,'' he smiled. ''I'll see you around then; have a nice weekend.”

''You too,bye,'' she watched as he walked towards the door. She turned her back, picking up the cloth she had once thrown in haste, and began to clean again.

''Oh, actually,'' The voice began, and she realised he hadn't left yet. ''Did you manage to talk to my neighbour yet? Just the racket hasn't stopped since.''

She could have died on the spot. He was so dramatic. Since their little incident, she had toned it down on the ABBA tunes, stoically sticking to singing in the shower and the occasional hum of a tune as she cooked dinner—nothing outrageous.

''No, I haven't seen them yet.'' she lied.

''Right, okay. Well, I'll be off then,'' he settled. ''Also, before I go, I just want to say sorry for being short with you the other day; you just caught me at a bad time.''

She smiled. So maybe he wasn't as rude as he came across the first time they met.

''No worries, all forgotten'' she said. Lie, as if she'd ever forget that moment.

He gave her an odd thumbs up, and she watched him as he walked out of the shop, turning left momentarily and then stopping at his front door to unlock it.

'The racket hasn't stopped' She thought of his words. What a load of rubbish. If anyone had the right to complain about noise, it was her with his deafening screams that she now assumed had something to do with the whole 'Youtuber thing' and not to forget his god-awful drum and bass.

Even though he had apologised for their first meeting, Y/N sort of wished she hadn't given him those free treats now.

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The weekend passed with Y/N enjoying her days off, and luckily her days off were silent; there was no loud noise from next door. Y/N had seen no more of the 'noisy Youtuber' she was now referring to him as. She had wished she had gotten his name so she could have done some stalking or at least come up with a reason for all the shouting. She thought he must have been one of those crazy gaming channels.

Monday came around quickly after the weekend, a quiet day for Y/N. She'd get a few people on their work journey in for an Americano or the occasional little old lady to come in for a morning cup of tea, but that was about it. It was a slow day. But Y/N didn't mind; it meant she could do all the tasks that she had left from the week before—a little bit of admin, ordering new coffee beans, replacing any damaged cups—all that sort of thing.

She ran the cafe solely by herself, and while sometimes it felt like she was in over her head, it was also very peaceful. She was her own boss and also had no one to boss around, which she loved because she was very bad at telling people what to do - a bit shy in that aspect.

She had just finished serving an old lady a slice of carrot cake when she heard the door chime. In waltzed her noisy neighbour. For fuck sakes, not again.

He walked in, the sunlight from outside dancing upon his tousled blonde locks, casting what almost looked like a golden halo around his head. His cheeks were flushed and his face was shiny; he must have been coming from the gym.

Clad in a blue and white hoodie adorned with bold red lettering, he exuded effortless athleticism. Y/N thought if she hadn't been so hindered by his presence, she might actually fancy him. The way the fabric hugged his toned body, accentuating the contours of his chiselled frame, There was no denying that he was an attractive man.

As he moved closer to the counter, Y/N let out an exhale—a breath she didn't even realise she had been holding.

''Hello again.'' he smiled, placing a medium-sized box on the counter. She hadn't even realised he was holding anything when he entered the shop; too busy staring at his face.

''Hi.'' She smiled back at him, surprised she'd managed to even get any words out. ''What can I get for you?''

''Oh, nothing today,'' he paused. '',though the food the other day was amazing, honestly, no complaints. ''

''I'm glad.'' she grinned. She knew her baked goods were delicious, but hearing it from other people was always lovely.

''It's just that I got a parcel delivered to mine, but I think it's actually meant for my neighbour. I rang their doorbell, but they didn't answer.'' His eyes narrowed, looking at the name on the front of the parcel.

''Oh, right.'' she said. Shit, shit, shit. That's all that was going around in her mind. It's her bloody parcel, and he's got it.

''Yeah, I was just wondering if you had a way to get a hold of them. Says the name on the front is Y/N.''

She was screwed. Absolutely screwed. He knew her name. Well, he knew the name of his neighbour, but he didn't know that that same name belonged to her. All it took now was for one of her regulars to come through the doors shouting 'Afternoon, Y/N' and her cover was blown. She was truly fucked, she thought.

Y/N wasn't even sure herself at this point why she was so desperate for him to not know that it was her living next door to him. Maybe it was the fact that he had heard her sing every 80's song known to man in one weekend, but it can't have been because she'd heard him sing equally worse over the last few weeks. Sure, she had even heard his numerous shouts that still startled her; God knows what he was up to in there. But still, despite all that, she felt embarrassed at the thought of telling him now that she was the girl next door. It had gone too far now.

''I haven't heard anything from them in a while. Maybe they're on holiday,'' she lied further.

''No, I don't think so,'' his face screwed in a look of concentration as he tried to come up with something plausable as to what his'mystery neighbour' was up to. '' I heard them singing again last night. They're definitely about.''

''Oh, that's strange, then.'' The lie just kept going; she couldn't stop. She was in too deep.

''I'll have to try again later, I suppose.'' She wasn't going to answer if he came ringing her doorbell later. She couldn't even remember what she had ordered at this rate, but all she knew was that whatever was in that box was not worth the humiliation that she'd feel if her lie was exposed.

''I guess so.'' she paused. ''You sure I can't get you anything while you're here?''

He pondered for a second, his eyes scanning the menu hung up on the wall. Various coffees, teas, matcha, and cakes ''Actually, I'll take a chamomile tea if that's alright.''

''Coming right up,'' she smiled.

She moved behind the counter, grabbing a stainless steel jug to fill up with hot water. She could feel his eyes on her as she took a blue disposable cup, placing it in front of him. A little wooden spoon was placed on the side too.

Once the hot water had filled the jug, she took out a chamomile tea bag, placing it in the cup and pushing the tray towards him.

''There you go. That's two pounds when you're ready.'' she said, tapping two pounds and holding the card reader towards him.

He tapped his card and lifted the cup that held his chamomile tea on it with one hand, the box in the other.

''Thank you.'' he said. ''Hopefully, I'll see you later when you can get hold of my neighbour.''

''I'll keep you updated.'' She smiled back, the most unconvincing smile she'd probably ever made.

As he left, Y/N felt herself sink into the counter, her head hanging down. What was she going to do?

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The weeks passed in a blur for Y/N, each day blending into the next as she worked tirelessly to keep her cafe running smoothly. But no matter how hard she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, the truth of her situation lingered in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the lie she was living.

It wasn't until one fateful day, when her noisy neighbour walked through the door of her cafe, that she realised she could no longer keep up the facade.

''Morning.'' he grinned, stepping through the door, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of Y/N behind the counter.

''Hi.'' she replied, trying to ignore the nervous fluttering in her chest. ''What can I get for you?''

''Actually,'' he smiled. ''I was wondering if you'd managed to get hold of my neighbour yet?''

Y/N felt her heart sink at his words, a wave of guilt washing over her. She knew that she couldn't keep lying to him and that she had to come clean about who she really was.

''Actually,'' she said, her voice trembling slightly. ''I am your neighbour .''

He stared at her in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. ''You're joking, right?'' he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

''No, I'm serious.'' she replied, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. ''I'm the one who's been causing all the noise.''

Her neighbour's shock quickly turned to amusement as he burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty cafe. ''You're having me on.'' he said, shaking his head in disbelief. ''All this time, I thought it was some crazy person living up there.''

''I'm sorry.'' Y/N said, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. ''But you're one to talk; don't think there's a day that's gone by where I haven't heard you shouting.''

He laughed, holding his hands up in defeat. ''That is fair; I'm sorry as well.''

She smiled, and a sense of relief washed over her. He wasn't angry that she'd dragged her silly lie out for the past few weeks. And if anything, it was amusing to her too—the pair were both as loud as each other, complaining about the other's noise - a pair of idiots.

'''Honestly, I should have guessed it was you sooner.'' her neighbour said, still chuckling to himself. ''With your little cafe here, I never see you leave.''

''Home and work all rolled into one.'' she smiled.

A silence came over the two, and Y/N couldn't tell if it was awkward or not. But the truth was finally out. There was no dancing around her little lies anymore. All the awkwardness was gone.

He broke the silence. ''Well, now that we've got that sorted, where do we go from here?''

''I mean, a proper introduction on my part is probably needed,'' she laughed. ''I'm Y/N, but you knew that already, sort of?''

A smile tugged on the corners of his face. ''Good to put a face to the name.'' he paused. ''I'm Harry.''

Finally a name, Y/N thought.

Harry. Harry, her noisy neighbour.

a/n: thanks for reading!!! part two out soon!!! split up my writing into parts so it's not too long to read. hope u all enjoyed. bit of a slow burn but more to come!!! xxx

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When You Become Friends | He Falls For You

Jiang Kai | Kai Kalama

Kai impatiently tapped his foot, waiting for Reader to emerge from the doors of Ninjago City College. His amber eyes scanned every person who came out from the doors until he saw her.

They were wearing all red, which made him smirk as a blush colored his cheeks, with black heels and pants to tie the outfit together. It took Reader a second to find him across the street and for her to begin to make her way through the crowd.

"I'm surprised you actually waited," Reader mused, lips twitching upwards.

"How could I not escort such a lovely person home?" Kai asked, winking as Reader shook their head.

"Flirt."

"Only for you."

Reader did not know how true that was, did not know that Kai had completely stopped flirting with other girls even when she wasn't there.

Rolling their eyes, Reader turned and began to walk, leaving Kai to stride after her own long strides. Grinning smugly, he dropped an arm over their shoulder, eyeing them nervously from the corner of his eye to see if they were okay with it.

When his arm was left to rest upon her shoulders his smile grew as he held himself taller.

At their house, they sat with glasses of wine and chatted about their respective days.

The entire time Kai could barely keep his eyes off of her, listening intently though his mind wandered everytime he looked to her lips. Their voice was gentle, calm, the soft melody of light rain and sunshine shining through the clouds. When it was his turn to talk, Reader gave him their full attention, asking questions when things confused her.

He was falling for her. Not just her looks, but her.

Zane Julien

Zane smiled gently when he saw Reader practically bouncing towards him, satchel swinging with their movements.

"Zane!" Reader called, throwing her arms around his neck in a quick hug. When she pulled back, Zane privately wished she hadn't.

She had to tilt her head up a little bit to be able to look him in the eyes and it always set his wires alight. "It is good to see you again, Reader."

"It's good to see you too. So, where too today?"

"Well, a new exhibit opened at the museum about the prehistoric animals of Ninjago. I believed it would be something that interests you, but if not–"

"I'd love to go!" Reader blurted out, shrinking back into herself when some strangers looked at her wierdly. "Sorry. But I'd love to go. Come on."

Grabbing onto his wrist she tugged and he allowed himself to be led as she happily gave out every piece of information she had on prehistoric animals, which was a surprising amount.

While normally Zane would have cut off anyone else to remind them that he was a Nindroid, and as such, knew such things but coming from her . . . It was far more interesting hearing it from her than pulling up the information on his database. The rest of the day, Zane was hesitant to call it a date, he watched as Reader bounced around from display to display to take pictures and read the little plaque's full of information.

He adored the way her eyes lit up as her mind ran with hundreds of ideas for her art. He was falling for her, her mind, her creativity, everything.

Cole Brookstone

Cole sat at one of the tables of Fairy Tale, waiting for Reader to finish up the last little bit of organization for the next day of work. Smiling, Reader emerged, sitting across from Cole and pushing over a cup of hot cocoa for him.

In their own hands was a London Fog, their personal favorite.

"So how was the store today?" Cole asked, leaning forward a little.

"It was good. Miya's getting more confident in herself, even dealt with a customer before they could get too loud and rowdy," Reader said, waving a hand.

"I'm glad she's settling in well."

"She still can't believe that the Earth Ninja comes to visit, sometimes just to see lil' ol' me," Reader teased, voice low and pleasently husky making Cole swallow. Their gaze was lidded but focused, exhaustion showing.

"Well, I come for the cake too."

Reader barked out a laugh, shaking their head. "You should've seen her face when you devoured a full cake in less than 5 minutes. Oh, she came running back to tell me and I thought somethin' was wrong with how afraid she looked. I come out and its just you, devouring a cake in one sitting."

Cole vividly remembered that interaction and rolled his eyes affectionately as his cheeks colored.

"No need to be embarresed, Cole," Reader soothed, reaching to pat his hand. "It was funny, and not in a bad way."

Cole felt his grin grow. Reader was attentive and so direct that they rarely let misunderstandings last, and they were constantly checking on those around.

"Meh, I've had worse."

"Worse?" Reader raised an eyebrow but did not pry, though they were curious. Cole didn't mind and happily dove into one of the many stories he had.

Reader watched him so softly that he could practically feel himself melting. He was falling for the person who had no problem telling him the truth, never letting him fall into his own thoughts.

Jay Walker

Jay bounced in place as the line to the rollercoaster moved slowly forward. Reader, on the other hand, groaned, bored from having to wait in line so long when all she wanted to do was get on the rollercoaster.

"So, how'd Lloyd's new engine come out?" Jay asked, still bouncing on his toes.

Reader grinned, happy to talk about her baby, "Well, Nya came to pick it up last week so Lloyd could test it, and the video she sent . . . Dragons! It was going so fast, and the turns he made were so smooth! I was so proud of my baby!"

"Congrats! I wish I could've seen it," Jay complained, genuinly a little sad that he hadn't.

"Well, I've always got new projects and I wouldn't mind a test partner," Reader offered, grinning. Jay lit up in delight.

"You're kidding!"

"No way! Why would I kid about that?!"

"How many in your party?" The lady at the gate asked, looking bored to tears.

"Two," Jay answered, so she pointed to the first row.

Trying to hide their twin squeals of excitement they both bounded towards the front row, bouncing together as they waited for the next coaster to come in.

"Oh, this coaster is supposed to be the fastest and largest in Ninjago," Reader said, spitting out fact after fact that Jay was quick to build on.

"Yeah, they replaced the old track cause it got less popular."

Climbing in, the bar was pressed down over them until they were firmly wedged inside.

Jay happened to glance over at Reader, whose cheeks were flushed from excitement, eyes wide in anticipation, and could his heart stutter as his entire face went bright red. He didn't know he could fall for anyone again, especially after Nya.

But looking at Reader, who always let him be himself, instead of scolding him for being innapropriate at times of crisis, he knew he was falling for her. Falling for her looks, her quick wit, and her humor.

Lloyd Garmadon

Lloyd couldn't stop his eyes from flickering over Reader, whose legs were thrown into his lap as she read a comic. He'd hesitantly rested a hand on her calf but she hadn't reacted in any way, content to flick through the comic in her hands.

Unfortunately he hadn't been able to focus on his comic, too focused on how pretty Reader looked sparawled on the couch of their tiny apartment with the sun shining around them like a halo.

"You know, if you didn't want to read your comic, why'd you suggest we read," Reader teased, peering over her comic at him. He sputtered, face growing red as her smile grew bigger. Unable to keep it in any longer she busted out laughing, dropping her comic onto the coffee table. "I'm kidding, sweets."

Sweets. A nickname that she had begun using after watching him inhale a bag of gummy bears in less than 2 minutes. Everytime it rolled off her tongue, he could feel his cheeks heat up.

"Well, I didn't know what else you'd wanna do."

"Well . . ." Reader glanced to the side, pursing her lips in thought. "We could watch a scary movie."

"A scary movie? Hehe, good luck finding one that will scare me," Lloyd said, poofing out his chest. "I've seen all the spooky and scary in real life, nothing'll scare me."

The wide grin probably should have made him nervous but it just made his heart pound. Swinging her legs off the couch she headed over to her bookcase full of movies, searching for a specific dvd.

Annabelle.

An hour later when he was practically tucked into her side as he stared at the screen in fear, he couldn't even be dissapointed in himself. Reader had happily invited him to cuddle, so now she was tucked against his side, head on his shoulder as his head rested on hers.

Reader had, of course, laughed at him but her teasing had gone no further, simply offering him comfort. She'd even offered to change the movie but he didn't want to lose any more dignity than he already had.

Not that Reader would see him less. But he wanted to impress the girl who'd begun tugging at his heart just by smiling at him.

Morro

Morro quietly stepping into the bakery, finding Reader waiting for him already. Her gaze was on the same spot it always managed to fall on. The spot where Anya had been shot just over a month ago, losing her life in an effort to get away.

"Reader," Morro murmured, grabbing her by the shoulder to escort her out. Since the incident, Morro had felt indebted in a sense to at least check up on the girl who witnessed the murder of her coworker and friend, but it had grown into a friendship. Somehow.

"Sorry," She whispered, leaning into him slightly. Morro hummed, keeping an arm around her shoulders in comfort.

"How's your week been?"

"Difficult. I think I'm gonna switch to a new therapist," Reader admitted, glancing up at him.

Morro frowned, "Why?"

"He's just . . . He makes me uncomfortable and-and I know that they're going too but I can't . . ."

"If he does anything," Morro rasped, the nearby winds picking up in a quick demonstration that made Reader smile.

"I know. You'll kick his ass," Reader giggled, leaning up to press a sweet kiss against his cheek. Morro turned his head away a bit to hide the flush of his face.

Since they'd begun hanging out, Morro had learned how physically affectionate she was, something he'd never had any experience with.

"Come on," Morro grumbled, disguising the warmth he felt at the affection. "Ice cream place or bookstore?"

"Ice cream, then bookstore?"

Snorting, Morro nodded.

Giggling Reader happily picked up the pace, excited by the prospect of ice cream and books. Morro couldn't help but watch Reader softly, not even realizing how his face softened.

Since he'd gone through the Rift he'd struggled with touch of any kind unless he was fighting but when it was Reader the touch felt . . . comforting. Plus she understood bounderies and could read him surprisingly well, so she always seemed to know when she could and could not touch him.

For the past week anytime he thought of her, her snile, her laugh, her eyes, his heart would jump. It had taken him days to truly understand what he was feeling. Morro was falling for Reader, quickly and badly.

#Ninjago #kai smith x reader #kai smith #zane julien x reader #zane julien #cole brookstone x reader #cole brookstone #jay walker x reader #jay walker #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #morro x reader #ninjago morro #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago headcanons

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#dracula daily #wheres jonno #where in the world is jonathan harker

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is-actually-an-emo-hobbit · 11 months

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LotR Starbucks Orders

so I work at starbucks and I sometimes find it funny to think about, hey what would the fellowship's orders be? (and what kind of customers would they be as well?)

frodo is a chai latte lover all the way. Iced in the summer, hot in the winter, he's a regular and knows the names of the employees at the local starbucks. He always gets it with oat milk. the employees know it by heart. He's one of those customers that's there for hours, working tirelessly. (everyone's clocked him for what he is; a gay writer)

sam is a London fog tea latte kinda guy, with brown sugar syrup and two pumps of vanilla. the only exception is when it's really hot out, that's when he gets either a green tea lemonade or a strawberry açaí lemonade. He tips as generously as he can. He usually stays with Frodo and orders him chocolate croissants because "mr. frodo, you need to eat!" (the employees have bets on whether or not they're together, and if not, when are they going to get their shit together?)

merry needs his coffee frap with extra espresso and a grilled cheese, no matter what time of day. he's usually the one that pays for pippin's drink (he doesn't really care, he's got money to burn.)

pippin only wants his blended strawberry açaí lemonade if someone else is buying. otherwise he will only get cake pops (birthday cake and bumblebee because they're the most fun) and get made fun of by the employees behind his back. one time the hobbits were in a car with Gandalf and pippin had always made him buy his drink in the largest size just to frustrate him. so finally, Gandalf snapped and didn't order pippin's drink, but gave him a pup cup instead. (sam then took it away because pippin tried to snort it on impulse. merry and frodo were laughing too hard to help)

gandalf needs his earl grey with milk and two packets of brown sugar. He knows exactly how much it costs, and will make sure the employee knows when it's over his usual total.

aragorn is a matcha latte lover, and it's always hot. He usually gets the bacon gouda and he always brings Arwen her order. (Arwen mobile orders while Aragorn orders in store)

Arwen gets a flat white and a cheese danish every time.

boromir wants a nitro cold brew in the biggest size fucking possible. (pippin and merry are his roommates and sleep is not an option.)

legolas wants his vanilla bean creme frappe grande, and he's always in some sort of hurry.

gimli likes his coffee hot with two sugars. that's it. he always comes through the drive through. the starbucks workers were surprised when he ordered a creme frappe as well (and then kept ordering it) until one day he came through the drive thru and Legolas was in the passenger seat, his hand tangled with Gimli's.

Bonus; Sauron gets a caramel ribbon crunch with mocha drizzle because he's a material girl.

#lotr headcanons #the fellowship #frodo baggins #frodo x sam #sam Gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #gandalf #aragorn #legolas greenleaf #boromir #legolas x gimli #sauron #lotr

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harrytheehottie · 4 months

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THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW LOVE ON TOUR SCRAPBOOK

thank you for creating this fun challenge @harrystylesgotmefuckedup and to @oh-honey-styles for tagging me <3

1) Which tour stop was your favorite?

London is always the best because it’s home. I also loved Tokyo, Harry went there a few years back and always talked about it and it was sweet to see the city from the POV of someone who loves it so much. We had a few days off before and after the shows so we were able to play tourists which is always fun.

2) Tour fits! Which was your number one?

Hmmmm… this is hard but the last Wembley show. Heart overalls with no shirt. Delicious.

3) Harry's performed numerous covers on tour. If you had to choose, which has been his best for you? Which song would be a dream cover?

Hopelessly Devoted. I tried to get him to do Summer Lovin’ or really lean into the Danny Zucko of it all and go full Grease Lightin' but luckily for me - I still got what I wanted just a little bit after the show.

4) Lucky you, you've got access to any piece of Harry's merch you'd like. What are you choosing?

Our custom gazelles. That was my idea! It started with the custom final show shirts from the 2018 tour and now every end of tour run he comes up with something unique to give to all the band and crew.

5) Choose your favorite bathroom sign from Love on Tour

Kiwee. I still use it to this day!

6) Which opening act has been your favorite?

Wolf Alice! That was a special request from me - I showed Harry their music back in 2016. If I had a choice they’d be the openers from the very start.

7) You can add any of Harry's songs to the set list from any of his past albums. Which one?

Ever Since New York. You should've seen my reaction when he played it on NYC Night 15. He didn't give me any heads up. I was floored.

8) What are your very own essentials for being away from home on tour?

My work computer and film camera.

9) What's Harry like on tour? Any memorable moments, favorite crowd interactions?

I've been lucky enough to be with Harry through every tour in his career even through the tail end of the band. And I can honestly say this is the most relaxed I have ever seen him on a tour. He has his schedule down to a science. He wakes up in the morning after letting himself have a 'lie-in' (usually is up by 9 which to me is not a lie in but for a man who usually wakes up at 6 it is) we have breakfast together always. It’s a must. And then he’s off to the arena by mid-day while I work but I always make sure to get to the arena early so we can watch the opener together. And then I give him his space to do his ~rituals~ and watch the show from the back or the bleachers. One fun fact that not many would know is as soon as he gets out of a show and back to the hotel or home it’s straight to the treadmill to perform the show through one more time. So it’s a good 90 minutes before he’s in bed again. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

10) In honor of Harry's 30th birthday: Harry played at Acrisure Arena in Thousand Palms, CA on his 29th birthday. Aside from the show, how did the two of you celebrate?

This was nice because I didn’t have to actually plan the party! We had an afters at the arena filled with lots of cake from Hansen’s. We snuck into the golf course at the Madison once we got back to where we were staying - a very drunk yet memorable decision.

this was so fun ❤️ im going to upload more of this story but it’s nice to just see them through the years this way as well. tagging @didhewinkback @for-fucks-sake-h @gucciwins @andwhenshesays @harry-on-broadway @hslllot 🤪 and honestly anyone who writes and want to do one of these !!!!

#tftyk #love on your scrapbook #this was so fun M! and thank you for tagging me Anne 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽#please do this it’s fun 😇

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New Video: Joel Grey and Eddie Redmayne Talk CABARET and The 'Emcee' Legacy

Last night, the company and audience of Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club celebrated Broadway legend Joel Grey’s 92nd birthday on stage at the August Wilson Theatre.

By: A.A. CristiApr. 12, 2024, Broadway World.

Last night, the company of Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club wilkommened some very special guests to their immersive nightclub home!

Eddie Redmayne currently in previews as the ‘Emcee’ in Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club celebrated Broadway legend Joel Grey’s 92nd birthday on stage at the August Wilson Theatre.

In the video Grey, who won Tony and Academy Awards for originating the role of the Emcee, reacts to the immersive new production now in previews on Broadway and its star Eddie Redmayne.

Redmayne described the feeling of performing for Grey and the show's composer, John Kander as "extraordinary, horrendously intimidating, as well, but joyful," and revealed a special moment he shared with the star during the performance.

Grey, who originated the role of the ‘Emcee’ on Broadway in 1966 and went on to star in the beloved film of Cabaret, took the stage as the entire cast, band, and creative team sang “Happy Birthday” while a custom cake, shaped like a giant pineapple, emerged from the stage.

During his speech honoring Grey, Eddie Redmayne said, “Tonight is an extraordinarily special night for us because we are in the presence of an extraordinary human being without whom none of us would be here.” After thunderous applause, Redmayne continued “Your performance in this part changed my life and it was one of the things that made me want to be an actor.”

The cast and Grey were also joined on stage by Cabaret composer John Kander.

Alongside Joel’s daughter Jennifer Grey and Kander, a star-studded crowd came out to fete the theater icon including Anderson Cooper, Candice Bergen, Jackie Hoffman, Jane Krakowski, Lin-Manuel Miranda, David Rockwell, and more. They were joined by numerous alum of Cabaret spanning the decades including Maude Apatow (Sally Bowles in London, 2023), Madeline Brewer (Sally Bowles in London, 2022), Joely Fisher (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2000), Gina Gershon (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2001), Mason Alexander Park (Emcee in London, 2023), Adam Pascal (Emcee on Broadway, 2003), Molly Ringwald (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2002), Jake Shears (Emcee in London, 2023), and Brooke Shields (Sally Bowles on Broadway, 2001).

About CABARET AT THE KIT KAT CLUB

Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club is now in previews on Broadway at the August Wilson Theatre (245 West 52nd Street). The production, directed by Olivier Award winner Rebecca Frecknall and designed by Tony Award nominee and Evening Standard Award® winner Tom Scutt, will have decadent twin opening night gala celebrations starting Saturday, April 20 and continuing into the following night, with the official press opening on Sunday, April 21. Tickets are on sale now at www.kitkat.club or via Seat Geek HERE.

In addition to Redmayne, Cabaret also stars Gayle Rankin as the toast of Mayfair ‘Sally Bowles, two-time Tony Award winner Bebe Neuwirth as ‘Fraulein Schneider,’ Tony Award nominee Ato Blankson-Wood as ‘Clifford Bradshaw,’ Obie Award winner and Drama Desk Award® nominee Steven Skybell as ‘Herr Schultz,’ Henry Gottfried as ‘Ernst Ludwig,’ and three-time Helen Hayes Award winner Natascia Diaz as ‘Fritzie/Kost.’

The cast of Cabaret includes Gabi Campo as ‘Frenchie,’ Ayla Ciccone-Burton as ‘Helga,’ Colin Cunliffe as ‘Hans,’ Marty Lauter as ‘Victor,’ Loren Lester as‘Herman/Max,’ David Merino as ‘Lulu,’ Julian Ramos as ‘Bobby,’ MiMi Scardulla as ‘Texas,’ and Paige Smallwood as ‘Rosie.’ Swings include Hannah Florence, Pedro Garza, Christian Kidd, Corinne Munsch, Chloé Nadon-Enriquez, and Karl Skyler Urban.

The Prologue Company, the dancers and musicians that welcome audiences to the club, feature dancers Alaïa, Iron Bryan, Will Ervin Jr., Sun Kim, Deja McNair and swings Ida Saki and Spencer James Weidie. The musicians of the Prologue are Brian Russell Carey (piano & bass), Francesca Dawis (violin), Keiji Ishiguri (dedicated substitute), Maeve Stier (accordion), and Michael Winograd (clarinet).

For this production of Cabaret, the creative team have transformed the August Wilson Theatre into the Kit Kat Club with an in-the-round auditorium and custom spaces which guests will be invited to explore during the Prologue, the production’s pre-show entertainment. After purchasing tickets, guests will receive a “club entry time” to allow them to take in the world of the club before the show starts.

Patrons can upgrade their experience at the Kit Kat Club with exclusive dining or drinks packages that allow them to soak up the pre-show atmosphere. These various upgrades offer unparalleled service and unique experiences in the heart of the Kit Kat Club. Drinks can be enjoyed before and during the show, while food will be cleared shortly before the performance begins, ensuring uninterrupted and unmissable views of Cabaret. For a complete menu and more information on the upgrade packages, please visit www.kitkat.club/upgrade.

#eddie redmayne #eddieredmayne #redmayne #joel grey #cabaret 2024 #broadway world

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duchessofvastergotland · 6 months

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1st December 2023 // On the last day of their visit to the UK, Crown Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel marked the start of Advent with a special fika event at the Swedish Church in London. Fika is an iconic Swedish custom of bonding over a relaxing coffee and cake

#crown princess victoria #prince daniel #swedish royal family #2023 #December 2023 #my upload #overseas #uk

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cakemeistro · 1 year

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designercakeslondon · 3 months

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Step into a world of sweetness and sophistication as we unveil the magic of custom birthday cakes in London. Elevate your celebration with edible masterpieces! Read More.

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beeblelady · 4 months

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Mary Colette Fontaine (Andrew's Listener)

Full Name: Mary Colette Fontaine

Nickname(s): May, Coco, Darling (By Andrew)

Birthday: August 27 / Virgo

Age: Early 20s

Birthplace: Liverpool, England

Parents Names: Edwyn and Grace Fontaine

Parents Occupation: Owner of a Large Fashion Label

Former Residence(s): Liverpool, England (4 Years), New York, USA (16 Years)

Current Residence: London, England

Living With: Andrew Marston

Right or Left-Handed?: Right-Handed

Words/Phrases: "Ummm.", "Sure."

Habits: Tapping Objects When Nervous

Appearance

Height: 4'11

Weight: Secret

Skin Tone: Fair

Body Shape: Hourglass

Hair: Blonde and Wavy

Eyes: Green

Face Shape: Round

Everyday Dress Style: Academia (Anything in Particular such as Light and Romantic), Skirts, Button Up Shirts, Ballet Flats

Formal Dress Style: Dresses and Hair Barrettes, Flat Shoes

Any Jewellery: Emerald Choker and A Custom Made Necklace Andrew Gave Her, Silver Star Earrings

Facts About Mary

Mary's parents are very famous, but Mary wants to keep it low profile and wants to be seen as a normal person

Mary is a fan of old literature and especially Jane Austen books (Her Favorite is Pride & Prejudice)

Mary has friends from New York who still keeps in touch with her and visits her in occasions their names are Lina Holt, Brian Roffe, Honey Kennedy and Abigail Jennings

Her friends gave her a Collection of Butterfly Hair Pins before she leaves for college.

Originally, Mary plans to go to college to NYU with her friends but she got rejected. Her other plan is to study in London and That's where her journey starts.

Mary had interacted with Bernadette (Isaac's Listener) considering they were friends but drifted away as year passes by.

The Emerald Pearl Choker was a family heirloom but stops wearing it as years passes.

During her spare time, Mary would do hobbies she loves like painting, knitting, practicing ballet, writing and reading

Unfortunately, she has a strained relationship with her father and she already knows that her father is very hostile towards Andrew. (Hopefully it gets resolved)

Her Favorite shows are Gilmore Girls, The Crown and Cheers.

Her Favorite Film is definitely Shark Tale without a doubt

Favorite Singers and Artists are AG!, The Beatles, Anything Easy Listening Singers

Favorite Music Genre: Classic Rock and Easy Listening

Favorite Candy are KitKat and Candy Floss

Her Favorite Beatle is George Harrison

She drinks Affogato and Bubble Tea for relaxing.

Before meeting Andrew, Mary never dated anyone and her life in New York she's more of a third wheel on dates.

Andrew is her first. 😉

She owns an old vintage camera to capture memories as she discovers "Anemoia"

When she's depressed she drinks alcohol.

Her Possible Careers can be an aspiring Author or Curator.

Mary is a bit homesick and misses New York, but she does receive presents from her friends from time to time.

She says the things she misses about New York is shopping at Macy's and getting her birthday cake at Magnolia Bakery.

Her Favorite AG! Member is Mizyu

Mary cannot stand Coriander.

Her worst fear is being alone.

Mary does not like confrontation but if someone wants to confront Andrew it's different.

She does sometimes wears Andrew's glasses as she would playfully tease him.

Mary and her best friend Honey have matching friendship Bracelets.

Mary is Bipolar

#zsakuva #sakuverse #andrew x listener #andrew marston #dianna agron #Spotify #mary colette fontaine #andrew zsakuva #zsakuva andrew #andrew x mary

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hothothotch · 2 years

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𝟬𝟬. 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁...

... EVEN THOUGH NEITHER AARON NOR YOU KNEW HOW TO POINT OUT WHY.

For you, the day had gone by as usual — as the owner of a small but famous bakery shop in Boston, you were used to how life worked for most of your customers, and it had been long since their lives become a predictor of how your life (or at least your day) would work.

You knew that Mrs. Padma would show up at 10am with her daughter and son, and ask for their usual Miranda Cake — one of the basics, a chocolate cake with colorful sprinkles; the matriarch would talk quickly about her day, and how being a businesswoman in a country like the United States was hard, but rewarding (Mrs. Padma and her children had left India after her husband's passing, and with time and a lot of fight, she had conquered her place as one of the most successful women in Boston, if not Massachusetts. She was an inspiration, indeed). The kids were harder to predict: sometimes they'd be mad at each other, so they'd barely talk; sometimes they were overly excited about something and would talk their asses off as you divided your attention between their tales and another client that popped up looking for some sort of new cake flavor, only to set up for Red Velvet or something simpler (that would usually be Mr. Smith, the 93 years-old man with Alzheimer that insisted he had eaten a lemon cake the day before, even if this flavor never existed).

The Padma's had the habit of staying for a whole hour before Mrs. Padma decided it was time to take the kids to school (even if they were already too late, and you had the impression that the only reason they were still accepted there was because of their mother income).

They would have just left when Diana and Matthew arrived, around 11am. The couple, only a few years older than you, had the habit of asking you to "surprise them" with their order, and you'd do your best, even if you knew (and they did, too) that they had already tried every flavor on your bakery shop — except, of course, for the cakes that had strawberries on its recipe, since Diana was terribly allergic to it (which had forced you to adapt a lot of your recipes, so she wouldn't have to lose any especially good flavor). That morning they had gone for Marisa and Peter — vanilla and a cheesecake, respectively.

Diana and Matthew were both teachers at the same University, and they had been invited to give lectures in different schools in Boston to students that were close to their High School Graduation — as far as you knew, they'd stay for only three months, and you were already dreading the day they'd return to their home in London. The couple was the amazing kind of couple that had time to come, but never to go away; and even if they didn't spend hours proving different cake flavors, their mere presence around there seemed to make the day 100% better.

When the clock hit 12pm, the phone rang. You implemented a delivery service months ago when your research pointed out that it could improve your income — this didn't mean, in any capacity, that you didn't know who was calling. Again, your client's routine had become your routine.

"Always on time, George".

George Foyet was one of the original clients at your bakery, and the most unpredictable; he was already a client when your shop became famous, and when you decided to invest in the delivery system, he immediately stepped up and offered himself as "bait". You knew he had done it solely because George was an agoraphobic — or so you thought, considering he mostly refused to go out when he could stop it.

You could relate, to some extent. While both of you had gone through the same painful experience, you knew the way you and your family dealt with it was way different from the way George and other families did. You were lucky, even though it took you a while to notice, to believe it — to notice that being aware of that fact didn't mean you had to silence your pain; it just made you feel empathy towards other people's pain.

George was one of them.

"You're not surprised" he replied, voice as low as ever, and you could almost picture his frightened look as he wrapped his phone's cable around his fingers, his body close against one of the white walls of his house and his body as far as possible from the outside view. George was anxious, as usual, "You know I always call around this time".

You smiled sweetly, grabbing the notepad inside your apron and quickly scribbling the word George in it, before passing it to Ginny, one of your waitresses, "Sometimes I wish you could surprise me" you joked, "But I'll prepare your usual—".

"No, not today" George cut her off quickly, and the woman frowned — first because the man rarely interrupted her, and second because there wasn't a single time he had refused his standard piece of cake. You were ready to voice your thoughts when he cleared his throat, "I..." you could hear George gulping, and immediately your body tensed. There was something wrong, "I feel like something bad is about to happen".

The cadence of George's voice had lowered, and you could almost picture him squeezing his body against his wall as if he wanted to be swallowed by it.

"What do you mean?" you asked curiously, biting your bottom lip. You had learned ages ago that believing in George's paranoid mind wasn't the best thing to do, but sometimes you just couldn't help your curiosity, "George?".

It took him a while to do anything — to breathe, to speak, to even make a sound that could tell you he was still on the other side of the call. For a moment, it looked like George had simply left without plugging the phone back.

"I don't know" he replied bitterly, his voice now somber, not afraid. George spoke with certainty, pretty much like your grandmother when she said that God had given her a revelation; truth be told, you had never heard him speak like that, like he knew what he was saying, with no sign of stuttering. It made a shiver run down your spine, and you marveled at the possibility of just hanging up on him and pretending this call had never happened; and when your mind sent the command to do as you wanted and your body simply refused to do, you knew exactly where your mind had taken you — ten years ago, your bedroom. The worst day of you life, "But there's something coming".

And even after he hung up on you, when the sound of the phone announcing the call had ended started, you weren't able to take his words off your mind. An advice, a warning — something is coming.

(***)

"YOU BETTER BE READY, BUDDY!" Aaron stated, grabbing his son's Ninja Turtles' backpack in one hand as he moved quickly towards the front door, his voice perfectly calm, even though he dreaded the moment he answered the phone in the last hours of his day off. And while he wanted to curse every deity whose name he could remember (and he knew a lot), Aaron knew that it was only a matter of time before he got ultimately bored and found a stack of work he could bury his nose in, "Your mom's already downstairs".

Jack bursted inside the living room with a toothy smile on his face, his sparkly brown eyes — his father's eyes — focused on Aaron as he pointed at his two undone shoelaces, "I can't tie them, daddy" the little boy pouted, his head tilting to the side in defeat, "Mommy showed me, but I can't!".

Aaron smiled softly at his son, leaving the backpack close to the door as he kneeled in front of the three-year-old, looking straight into his eyes, "I'm gonna do one with you, and then you're gonna do the other, ok?".

The little boy nodded quickly, a few blonde strands of hair falling in his eyes, but he didn't seem to care as he sat quickly in front of Aaron with his knees bent so his small arms could reach the shoelaces, "'Kay".

"'Kay" Aaron repeated, placing his big hands on top of Jack's much smaller ones, "Do you remember what comes first?".

Jack scrunched his nose before shaking his head, his face adorable even when grimacing.

The truth was, Haley was an amazing woman and mother: she was the one who was always there, the one to grant Jack goodnight kisses and to hug him whenever he had a nightmare; Haley was also the reason why Aaron started taking more days off, this being one of her requirements on the divorce — he had to take at least two weekdays off per month to spend time with Jack, otherwise he'd only be allowed his weekend with his son once every two weeks. And while Aaron knew Haley wouldn't privy him from seeing his son whenever he wanted (an agreement they had made when they decided to peacefully co-parent), the last thing he wanted was a courthouse fight over his workaholic habits.

But, as perfect of a mother Haley was, there was one thing in which Aaron had always been best: teaching. As a nerd himself, and as someone that never had a lot of time with Jack, he enjoyed teaching Jack even the smallest things, and it had been like that from moment one; with time, Haley stopped trying to teach Jack new things, and Aaron knew she did so because she noticed he cherished those small, intimate moments with their son.

Was she able to teach Jack things properly? Most of them, yes. Would she? Probably not — she would, instead, send Aaron a message saying Jack would have this problem, and he was the one meant to solve it.

"The first step is the not" Aaron started, holding each lace with Jack and crisscrossing it in a X before tucking one lace through the hole and pulling the laces to tighten. He looked at Jack through his thick eyelashes, the smallest of the smiles on his face when he saw the little boy with his tongue between his lips, one eye closed as he took in what they were doing, "Bunny ear...".

"This one I remember!" Jack exclaimed happily, creating one bunny ear with the lace, allowing his dad to pinch it closed on his fingers, "Then..." he looked up at Aaron in search of approval, "Wrap?".

"Yes, buddy!" Aaron cheered, helping Jack to wrap the lace around the bunny ear, "Now, every bunny has two ears, so..." they pushed the loose lace through the hole under it, creating the second bunny ear, "What now?".

"Whiskers!" Jack yelled, finishing the lace just when someone knocked on the door, "Mommy!".

Aaron's eyes widened slightly, one of his hands going to Jack's arm as he stared disapprovingly at his son, one brow raised; his look wasn't quite like his Unit Chief glare — he'd never direct it to Jack, one rule he had created when he first reprimanded Jack and the little boy flinched at the mere sight of his father's glance. Aaron was aware (thanks to his team's feedback) that he looked cold and unfriendly when showing that look, but no one had flinched at his sight (not even Prentiss, when he wanted her to fear him); the idea that his son feared him was too much for him to bear, so he stopped.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Aaron asked seriously, looking at Jack's untied left shoe, "I'll answer the door, you finish it".

"'Kay, daddy!" the little boy whispered, grabbing the laces in both his hands, "Knot...".

Aaron stood up quickly, grabbing the backpack he had left on the ground at the same time he unlocked the door, opening it up to reveal Haley's image, "Hi" he said sheepishly, something that had happened from the moment they met and that he was fairly sure would happen for the rest of their lives, even if his heart didn't beat as fast as it used to when he thought or saw her, "Jack's tying his shoes".

"Hello" Haley replied politely, way more confident than Aaron, "You had to teach him?" she asked, offering one hand so he could place the backpack there, which he quickly did as he nodded, "Good to know I've done a lame job. You don't know how hard it is to not teach a child how to tie their shoe".

"Sorry to put you in that position," Aaron said honestly, looking at Jack from over his shoulder, the little boy finishing his work with the shoe, "Both of them, having to come and grab him this late and being lame at tying shoes".

"One of them we can fix with a co-parents' dinner. Jack's been asking for it" Haley gave him a pointed look, fidgeting with the backpack's strap. It was hard for both of them to do things like that — go out as a family when they weren't married anymore; still, they promised they would do so for Jack, so it was the least they could do: swallow their pride and pain, and be what their son needed, "The other one... it's your mandatory day off, Aaron".

"I know" he nodded, lowering his voice, "I know, and I didn't want to go... I really didn't" Aaron said more confidently when Haley sighed, too used to hearing those words, "But it's been ten years since I saw Shaunessy, and he said it's urgent... he's dying, I think".

"He could've written a letter, Aaron!" Haley spat back. Knowing his ex-wife, Aaron knew she wasn't trying to be insensitive about the subject nor judging him for choosing his job instead of spending the night with Jack, she was just being her practical self, thinking about what was best for Jack, and what they had accorded, "Why he waited ten years to call? If it was really urgent—".

"Mommy!".

Haley stopped immediately, putting a smile on her face as she kneeled outside Aaron's apartment with arms open — she never went in, the same way Aaron would never come inside their house when going to get Jack. If the boy had noticed that he never commented, but Aaron had the feeling that Jack was happy enough that his parents were talking, something he knew from his friends' experience that didn't happen in a lot of families.

"Hey, love" Haley received Jack in her arms happily, standing up with him in his arms as the little boy wrapped his legs around her middle, "Did you have fun with daddy?".

Jack nodded, taking his head off Haley's shoulder to look at Aaron, "Daddy promised he's gonna bring me a gift from his trip, because I couldn't stay the night!".

"And we're gonna schedule another day, so we can have ice cream and go to bed late" Aaron promised, moving to kiss Jack's forehead, "Daddy only has to make sure his friend is ok, and nothing wrong's gonna happen".

Haley's eyes darted immediately to Aaron as she straightened Jack's position in her arms, "You think there's something wrong?" she asked curiously, biting her bottom lip, "That something's gonna happen?".

Yes, Aaron wanted to reply. He had been trying to act against this gut feeling since he woke up that morning, the terrible sensation that told him his peaceful moment with Jack would be cut short, and he'd have to face a danger he'd never before; and while Aaron Hotchner was as skeptic as someone could be, he couldn't deny that Shaunessy's sudden call could be a warning.

Besides, Aaron was worried. He knew Tom Shaunessy was facing a disease because it had been the gossip of Boston PD for months prior to his retirement, and he had received a memo when the new Detective took his place, but Aaron hadn't talked to him back then, so he could only imagine. The real thing (or as real as it could be over the phone) was way worst than he had imagined — Shaunessy was weak, his voice low, unable to say more than two words without a coughing fit.

Aaron told Haley he thought Shaunessy was dying. The truth was that he was sure. And if whatever he had to tell her was this serious, it was best to find out before it was too late.

Maybe his gut feeling would run off after his visit. He hoped.

"Don't be silly, mom!" Jack replied quickly, "Daddy is a superhero! Nothing wrong's gonna happen!".

Haley gave Aaron an anxious look but quickly removed it from her face as she turned back to Jack, "You're right, buddy" she nodded, "Your dad's gonna do great. We better go, Jess's waiting at the car".

"Auntie Jess!" Jack squealed happily, wiggling on Haley's arms, "Bye, daddy!".

Aaron didn't have time to reply before Jack moved to the end of the corridor, repeatedly pressing the down button, "Bye, buddy", he laughed, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face. When he turned to face Haley, though, her expression was neutral in a way he had never seen on her face before, "What?".

"Aaron" Haley's voice had a tinge of alert and danger, and while Aaron was never a huge fan of his gut feeling, Haley had always been one to believe in hers, "Be careful".

He didn't reply, not verbally. Instead, Aaron nodded slowly, observing with careful attention as Haley and Jack entered the elevator, rubbing his fingers nervously as a bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

Something didn't feel right.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfic #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner imagine

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Hi, hello, hola! Thank you for the tag today, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe! Instead of six sentences, today I bring you "six somethings" - six places I'm excited to eat while I'm in London (March 24-April 7)!

If anyone has any recommendations for favourite places to eat in London, PLEASE let me know! 🍽️😋

I'll tag up here because this post is a long boi. Hello hello hello to a buncha folks! @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @dohrnaira @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @ionlydrinkhotwater @imagineacoolusername @larkral @raenestee @onepintobean @theimpossibledemon @whogaveyoupermission @tectonicduck

6.) Pret (Heathrow)

I know Shepard loses his tiny mind over the sandwiches from Pret, but. I dream of their Chocolate Moose. I have an absurd amount of food allergies, so finding a Chen-friendly, ready made chocolate mousse is a dream come true. So excited to cram it into my face after I clear Customs.

From My Good Egg, Good morning, good night, good morning:

“All right.” Simon goes back to fiddling with Bunce’s phone, and then he says to Bunce, hopeful, “Any chance you brought the rest of my baguette from Pret?”

Bunce says, slowly and carefully, “Simon. I do not know the whereabouts of your airport sandwich. I was rather busy figuring out where you had disappeared to.”

5.) Borough Market

I have very fond memories of Borough Market from the first/last time I visited London back in 2018. I remember sticking my head in a jar full of dried truffles and just inhaling all that amazing, savoury, umami truffly goodness. (Like, you know, the way that normal humans do.)

From What's Left by @cutestkilla:

I’ve been hanging around Borough Market quite a bit, and I’ve had everything from cheese and croissants to chorizo and balsamic vinegar (in small sample portions only). I think, though, that my favourite thing so far was a fresh buttered wild garlic scone that I bought with some of my stolen money after trying a sample.

4.) MotherMash (Covent Garden)

I also had a good time with a pal at MotherMash years ago - I think instead of pie, I had bangers and mash with gravy, and a tiny, perfect apple pie. My spouse has never been here, but he does frequently say, "I would like to eat a whole pie," and now he will be able to eat TWO pies - one for his main, and one for dessert.

From A cake with your name on it:

Baz was still fuming about the tasting when we met up at his flat for dinner. We had takeaway from MotherMash, and Baz kept stabbing his steak and Stoutheart pie instead of eating it.

“I’ve never met such an idiot,” he said. “A bumbler. A fool. An absolute nightmare.”

“Okay,” I said. “We still have that list from my mother with three other bakeries.”

Baz whipped his head around to stare at me.

“No,” he said, loudly. Too loudly. He was oddly flushed. “I don’t care if I have to murder and then resurrect him - Simon Snow is making our wedding cake.”

3.) Brick Lane Beigel Bake (Shoreditch)

I asked my spouse, EarlobeGreyTea, what he wanted to do or eat or see while we're in London and all he would say, over and over again, was "Bagel." He is a remarkably easygoing travel companion.

From an earlier draft of My Good Egg, which ended up getting cut/changed:

They get to Brick Lane before Baz can embarrass himself any further, and he waits outside of a bagel shop until Simon comes out with a salt beef bagel crammed into his mouth, and a very full paper bag. “This one’s for you,” he says, holding out a salmon and cream cheese bagel to Baz.

Baz takes it, but doesn’t bite into it right away. “Thank you,” he says, slowly, thinking that maybe offering food is one of Simon’s love languages as well, along with killing things. The rats seem to be a lucky intersection.

2.) E Pellici's (Bethnal Green)

I think my favourite full English breakfast that I ever had was at Pellici's, which is tiny and and owned by an Italian family. The owner spent most of the time I was there embarrassing one of his teenage employees and a girl who was interviewing him for a school project. The owner high fived me when I bought a t-shirt and he went slack-jawed at my powerful, resounding high five. It was great.

From an unpublished bit of My Good Egg:

In the car, Baz passes both slices of fruitcake to Simon, and Simon practically dances in his seat.

“Are you sure?” Simon asks, “like, really, really sure? Cause I’m telling you, this is really fucking amazing fruitcake, and you can’t buy it most of the time unless you order it special - they don’t even have it on the menu anymore.” “They’re yours, Simon,” Baz says. Honestly, Simon Snow is impossible. He was ready to kill a man for Baz, or not kill a man for him, and now he’s beaming at Baz because of some fruitcake. He needs to pin Simon to a mattress and keep him there — with handcuffs, with a collar, with a ring.

1.) Dishoom (King's Cross)

Dishoom is like... truly magical. That house black daal is no joke. I lack words to describe how amazing the food is - just check out their site (but honestly, it will make you hungry). Everything I've ever had there was fucking delicious and the place and the atmosphere is so gorgeous, just lush and colourful and immersive.

I shared another snippet before about Dishoom from My Good Egg, but here's Simon on the phone with Agatha right after he's ordered takeaway:

“Hey Ags. How’re you – no, I’m not bleeding or throwing up or on fire. I – yeah, I know you said not to call you when you’re at work unless I was bleeding or throwing up or on fire, but this is an – look, it’s not for me this time, all right? Or Penny. It’s for a friend – okay, rude, I have friends other than you and Penny!” Pause. “Yes, Agatha, we’re friends, even if you – yeah, I know you said you would never do another house visit, but you said that the last time, too!”

Baz leans back so he can catch Bunce’s eyes, and mouths, What the fuck?

Bunce just rolls her eyes and shrugs, like, He’s Simon, what can you do about it?

“Well,” Simon says, triumphant, “we already ordered the daal for you, so there!” Pause. “Yeah, love you too. Bye.”

RIPs & Honourable Mentions

Cinnamon Soho (also mentioned in "A cake with your name on it") - They closed down during the pandemic. But they had a delicious Indian afternoon tea 🥲

Cereal Killer Cafe - This place was rec'd to me by one of my British co-workers (his seven kids were mad for it), but sadly, they closed their storefront during the pandemic and went online. (In my headcanon, this was where Winifred from My Good Egg wanted to go for her(?) first(?) birthday)

Fortnum & Mason - I WILL be going here to buy tea and biscuits (and to replace one of my favourite tote bags, LOL), but not for high tea or afternoon tea. (We have a few other places lined up for that, including The Swan at the Globe and Tea House Theatre). Sorry, Daphne!

Nando's - I suggested to my spouse that we should get cheeky Nando's and have top bants and he gave me a dead-eyed look as if his soul left his body

Again, if you have any recommendations of favourite places to eat in London, please let me know!

I mean, I suppose I'll be doing other things besides eating, like hanging out with my beautiful friends, going to stationery shops, visiting the flower market, seeing shows and things... but really, food is the main draw. 😂😂😂

Happy Sunday!

#six something sunday!#delicious things to consoom #with fic snippets #my good egg #good night good morning good night #a cake with your name on it #what's left by cutekilla #London 2023 #my fic tag

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LindsayBuilds Complete CC List

Sul Sul!

Since I build using so much custom content, I thought I would compile it all in a list here.

Thank you for you support!

Aira

Woodland Set

Woodland Add-on

Wooden Clutter Set

Study in Style Set

Plain Plants and Tiled Decors

The Artist in Me

Black Luxury

Wooden Clutter Updated

Vanilla Kitchen

AlexPilgrim

Mind the Gap Wallpaper

AWingedLlama

Apartment Therapy

Paranormal Plants

Blooming Rooms Kit

Boho Living Stuff Pack

Old Fashioned Crib

Conversions for Infants

Grandma’s Nursery

Blarffy

Sad Beige Playmat

Charly Pancakes

Lavish

Miscellanea

Modish

Slouch

Smol

Soak

Insomnia

Munch Part 1

Munch Part 2

The Lighthouse Collection

Selection One

Maple Constructions Part 1

Maple Constructions Part 2

Maple Constructions Part 3

Telly

Chalk Part 3

Cowbuild

Kids Bedroom Freebies

DiannalySims

Lily Bookcase

Dew of the Sea

Winter Gifts: Toboggan Sled From Home Alone

Winter Gifts: Model Cars with Tree

Winter Gifts: Separated Presents

DOT

Classic Casement Blind Mesh

Felixandre

May 2018

Georgian Set

London Exterior

Florence Part 2

Kyoto Part 1

Kyoto Part 2

Kyoto Part 3

Shop the Look Season 1

Shop the Look Season 2

Grove Part 1

Grove Part 2

Grove Part 3

Grove Part 4

Berlin Set Part 1

Berlin Set Part 3

Fayun Part 1

Paris Part 3

Chateau Part 4

Chateau Part 5

Berlin Part 2

Florence Part 1

Fayun Part 3

Fayun Part 2

Chateau Part 3

Chateau Part 2

Fairylicious

Soho Part 2

Soho Part 3

Soho Part 4

GladlyPants

Little Forests Wallpaper

GreenLlamas

The Kerv Collection Part 1

The Kerv Collection Part 2

The Woodwind Collection

AKA Lukery

Bedroom

Modern Office

Hanraja

Mini Set 05

Bayong 01-04

Mini Set 35

Tray 02

Harrie

Spoons Part 1

Spoons Part 2

Spoons Part 3

Brownstone Part 1

Brownstone Part 2

Brownstone Part 3

Octave Part 1

Octave Part 2

Octave Part 3

Octave Part 4

Country Collection Part 1

Country Collection Part 2

Country Collection Part 3

Brutalist

Shop The Look

Shop the Look 2

Kwatei Part 1

Kwatei Part 2

Coastal Part 1

Coastal Part 2

Coastal Part 3

Coastal Part 4

Coastal Part 6

Coastal Part 7

Coastal Part 5

Coastal Part 8

The Klean Collection Part 1

The Klean Collection Part 2

The Klean Collection Part 3

Shop the Look 3

The Klean Collection Part 4

House of Harlix

Tiny Twavellers

Bafroom

Jardane

Livin’ Rum

Kichen

Orjanic Part 1

Orjanic Part 2

Harluxe

Baysic

Jardane

Baysic Bathroom

Kichen 2.0

Illogical Simmer

Home Office Kit

The Kalino

Rabbit House

Urban Jungle Plants

Kaiso

Parrot Pack

Rusti.co Living Room

Rodents

Rusti.co Office

Lizards

Little Collectors Bug Cages

Kate Emerald

Modern Metallics

Rattan Relaxation

Kozy Korner

KiwiSim4

Piha Living

Tui Study

Kliekie

Plants

Sculptures

LaviLikeSims

Arrows Wallpaper

Fir Tree Wallpaper

Diamond Stitch Wallpaper

Downward Wallpaper

Dashes Wallpaper

Leaf Motif

Twee Tablewear

Sunny Corner

Vintage Crockery

Little Ceramics

Floret Grove

All Patrons Gifts

Willow Porch

Stellan Dining

Lili’s Palace

Folklore

Linzlu

Drainboard Sink

Little Cakes

Flowers and Things

Polaroid Pictures and Books

Rustic Elements

Moar Rugs

Hanging Guitar

LittleDica

Delicious Kitchen

Rise & Grind

Eco Kitchen

Sleek Slumber

Chic Bathroom

Countryside Cabin

Delicato Lounge

Lumen Niveus

Bathroom Starter Kit

2498 Cozy Industrial Set

Xmas 2022

Desert Millennia

MadameRia

Back to Basics (All Links)

Basic Luxe Kitchen

Max20

Cozy Bathroom

Plant Life

Child Dream Kit

Dining Room Kit

Master Bedroom

Cozy Backyard

Classic Kitchen

Poolside Lounge

Garden at Home

Garage Pack

My Cup of CC

The Modernist Dining Room

Teenage Dream

Colortalk Dining Stuff

Colortalk Living Stuff

Avant Basic

MyshunoSun

Garden Stories Patio

Garden Stories

Serene Bathroom

Sol Kitchen

The Art Room

Dawn Living

Freja

Lottie Bedroom

Midsummer Eve

Daria Bedroom

Bastvik Bedroom

Moonwood Garden

Luna Bedroom

Simmify Nook

Vanity Nook

Herbalist Kitchen

Simmify Music Nook Part 2

Lullaby Nursery

The Art Room Redux

Birthday Cake Living Room

MYLS

Simple Clothes Racks

Oni

Pet Tent

Peacemaker

Bowed Living

Kitayama Bedroom

Kitayama Living

Hudson Bathroom

Cozy Knits Bedding

Matilda Mudroom

Well Crafted Expanded

Pierisim

Tidying Up

Calderone

Oak House Part 1

Oak House Part 2

Oak House Part 3

Oak House Part 4

Oak House Part 5

Oak House Part Six-1

Oak House Part Six-2

The Office Mini Kit

Living Room Mini Kit

Winter Garden Part 1

MCM House Part 1

MCM House Part 2

MCM House Part 3

MCM House Part 4

MCM House Part 5

Domaine Du Clos Part 1

Domaine Du Clos Part 2

Domaine Du Clos Part 3

Domaine Du Clos Part 4

Rold Skov Kitchen

Auntie Vera’s Bathroom

David’s Apartment Part 1

David’s Apartment Part 2

Teeny Weeny

David’s Apartment Part 3

Unfold

Woodland Ranch Part 1

Tilable Kitchen

Woodland Ranch Part 2

Woodland Ranch Part 3

Combles

Pantry Party

Stefan Livingroom

Stefan Kitchen

Stefan Bedroom

Plastic Box

Simple Curtains

Picture Amoebae

Banana Leaf Motif

The Plumbob Tea Society

Cottage Garden Stuff

Ravasheen

Uplifting Elevator

S-imagination

Oak and Concrete

Nota Living Room

Cottage Kitchen

Japandi Dining Room

Simplistic

Zurich Wallpaper

Still Haven Wallpaper

Cottage Basics Wallpaper

Arthouse Wallpaper

Children’s Wallpaper

Magnolia Wallpaper

The Hamptons Wallpaper

Sixam

Small Spaces Pantry

Teen Room

Dreamy Outdoor

Hotel Bedroom

Small Spaces Laundry Room

Small Spaces Work from Home

Home Improvement

Stylish Wood Living Room

Stylish Wood Fancy Dining

Kids Bedroom

Living Room for a Cozy Family

Boho Bathroom

Art Studio

Tiny Playrooms

Stylish Wood Dream Backyard

Solar

Garage Door

Syboulette

Spiral Set

Aurore Curved Window

Raphaelle Wallpaper

Crossfit Reborn

Contemporary Haven

Life Livingroom

Happy Stairways

Love is in the Air

The Pancake1 and MizoreYukii

Functional Spiral Staircase

The Clutter Cat

BusyBee Collection

Petits Pirates

Dandy Diary II

Dandy Diary I

Sunny Sundae Part I

Mellow Moods

Mellow Moods Mini

Baby Boo Part 1

Baby Boo Part 2

Japan Juice

Kawaii Kids

Sunny Sundae Part II

Xfest 22

Hello Horses

On the Edge

Sunny Sundae Part 3

Snuggle Set Part 1

IStudy

Bubblegum

Snuggle Set Part 2

Townie Architect

Moderno Living Room

Tuds

Cross Bed and Bath

Beam Kitchen

Casa Caipira

Wave

Crib

NCTR Cellar

IND Part 1

IND Part 2

IND Part 3

Brut Dining

Sivis Walls

#sims 4 cc #maxis match

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